“Ugh, why are there so many terrible photos of me?!” you wailed to Mina as you stood at the school board, looking over the photographs that were all pinned there.
Class 1-A and Class 1-B had just had their class festival and all the pictures from that day’s event had been posted up for all to see.
“Are you going to get some copies?” Mina asked you, “I’m gonna get that one of you.” She pointed to a picture of you eating ice cream, the contents dripping down your chin.
“Nooo, whyyyy, that one is the absolute worst,” you wailed.
As you were still looking at the picture, Kaminari walked up and plucked a copy off the board.
“Hey woah, Denk, what are you doing?” you asked with a chuckle, grabbing his arm to stop him.
“It’s not for me!” he said quickly, “I’m scape goating.”
Scapegoating was the term used for when someone had been elected to go to the board and get pictures for a few people that wished to get photos of their crush, or of themselves, without being known- but putting a middle man in the mix so that they themselves could remain anonymous.
“Who are you scapegoating for?” Mina asked.
“Uh, uh, uh!” Kaminari tutted, “a scapegoat never tells. I am a seasoned professional. No one will ever be able to get it out of me. I am an impenetrable wall of—,”
“It’s someone from support studies, right?” Mina asked.
“No!” Kaminari laughed, “it’s class 1-A. Support studies?!” He cackled, “that was so far off the mark.”
“Oh,” Mina leered, “guess it was, huh?”
Kaminari, still not realizing that he had given some information away, took a few more of the pictures off the board and left, chuckling as he went.
“So we know your admirer is in the same class as us,” Mina leered at you once Kaminari had left.
“Stop it,” you replied bashfully, “it was probably Bakugou using my face as target practice.”
“Mmmm, no I think someone liiiikes you,” Mina teased, “I wonder who it could be?”
“It’s probably no one,” you replied dismissively, “as if anyone would like me.”
Your eyes went back to the board and glossed over it, settling on a picture of Midoriya smiling brightly into the camera and you sighed internally.
“He’s so cute. It would be impossible for me to dream that it was him that wanted those pictures of me.”
Back in his room, Midoriya wrung his hands together nervously, sitting on the side of the bed.
“Kaminari is taking so long to get back…”
Just then there was a knock on the door and the poor greenette nearly jumped out of his skin.
“Y-Yes!” he shouted, standing straight up and turning mechanically to the door.
“Hey dude,” Kaminari called from the other side of the door, “I got the, uh, … things.”
Midoriya cracked the door open and looked around, making sure no one else was there before opening it wider.
“Thank you so much Kaminari,” he said politely with multiple bows, “thank you, thank you.”
“It’s no trouble,” Kaminari replied with a grin, handing over a small stack of pictures to him.
Taking them with both hands, the delighted ray of sunshine bowed as he backed into his room then closed the door and ran to the bed to sit down again.
Nervously holding the wad of picture up, he looked through them.
The first one of the pile was the ice cream picture and he smiled adoringly at it.
“She’s really cute,” he thought, moving that picture from the top of the pile and sliding it into the back of the pile so he could see the next one.
The next picture was of you in the tug of war game and the look of determination on your face made him smile.
“She really puts 100% plus ultra into it,” he thought, moving to the the next one.
In the next one, you were stretching and as he looked closer he could see his leg in the picture as well.
“Oh my gosh I’m in a picture with Y/N!” he squealed internally.
Just then his door flew open and in stalked Bakugou.
“Oi, damn nerd, you didn’t— what’s that?” The explosive blond asked, pointing to the stack of pictures that Midoriya was trying to hide.
“N-Nothing, Kacchan,” the greenette stammered with a blush on his face.
“Don’t try and hide them, idiot. I already saw,” Bakugou said, snatching them out of Midoriya’s hand.
“Kacchan,” Midoriya wailed, “please give them back!”
“Ohhh? They’re all of that extra,” Bakugou sneered, “do you have crush on her, useless Deku?”
“Kacchan please,” Midoriya begged, “don’t say anything to her.”
“I won’t… but you will. You have till tomorrow afternoon to tell her or I will,” Bakugou sneered, throwing the pictures on the bed.
“N-N-No, Kacchan, I can’t! What if she doesn’t like me back?!”
“How is that my problem, you damn nerd?!” Bakugou snapped, “man up and tell her! You’re aiming to be the number one hero, aren’t you?! And you can’t even confess to her! Ha! Don’t make me laugh!” And with that he stormed out.
“He’s right,” Midoriya thought as he scrunched his brows with concern and looked down at the floor, closing his eyes as he swiped his finger tips against each other, “I need to be stronger.”
You were still wondering who had wanted a picture of you as you walked back to the dorms by yourself, the picture of Midoriya that you had seen earlier, tucked into your pocket.
As you got closer to the building doors, you pulled it out to look at it and smiled when your eyes fell to it.
“He really is perfect…”
“Uh… Y/N?” Midoriya’s voice in front of you made you jump so violently you almost dropped the picture and you quickly hid it back in your pocket.
“I wasn’t!” you squeaked suspiciously.
“Sorry?” he asked with a cute head tilt.
“Huh? What? No I… I didn’t. Sorry? What? I didn’t say anything,” you rambled.
“Oh… I… can… can I talk to you… please?” The greenette asked shyly, looking down as his fingertips tapped together shyly.
“Umm… yes,” you said, worried that he had seen you holding the picture of him.
Walking awkwardly with him to one corner of the foyer area, you nervously waited for him to say his piece.
“Y-Y/N,” Midoriya started, blushing madly as he scratched the back of his head then grabbed for a piece of fringe and tugged on it while looking left and right and anywhere except for your face.
“He saw me with his picture… he totally did and now he’s feeling awkward,” you thought, reading his body language wrong.
“Y/N… I really…” he started.
“I’m sorry,” you apologized, “please don’t be weirded out, you just looked really, uh… happy!” You said quickly.
“I’m sorry?” Midoriya asked with confusion.
“Y-You know about the pictures?” Midoriya asked with dread, thinking you were now talking about the pictures of you that he had in his room, “Kacchan promised he wouldn’t say anything until tomorrow.”
“What?” you asked, “what pictures?
“Eh?” Midoriya asked with a confused head tilt.
You both looked at each other for a bit then you shook your head and blinked.
“I’m sorry. What are we talking about??”
“The pictures… of you,” Midoriya admitted softly, dropping his gaze again.
“Pictures of me? From the board? Wait?! You wanted them??” you asked with surprise, your heart beat suddenly catching wind of what was happening and racing a million miles per hour.
Midoriya nodded sadly. “I… I really like you, Y/N. I’m sorry, I don’t want this to be strange or anything. I just really liked those pictures of you. I don’t need a reply, I just want you to know that I think you’re really pretty and—,”
You really wanted to say something but the pounding of your heart wasn’t allowing any verbal functioning at that point and you just stared at him.
Which made him feel even more uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, taking a step back, “I-I can give them back to you if you prefer?
“No! Keep them! I like you too, look!” you flubbed, taking the pictures of him from your pocket snd shoving it in his face.
“Oh!” he said with surprise as the picture was smooshed to his nose.
“I like you. A lot. You’re really cool and cute,” you admitted.
“You like me?” he asked tilting his head to the side so he could see around the smooshed photo, only his beautiful green eyes and curly mop of hair showing around the edges of the photo.
“Yes,” you admitted, your palms going tingly.
“Do you want to be my girlfriend?” he asked with watery eyes.
You nodded. “Yes!”
“Oh!” he said with an excited look in his eye, “plus ultra!”
You giggled at first then chuckled, taking the picture down from his face and grinning at him.
“Can I hug you?” He asked shyly.
“Of course,” you said as you grabbed him in a big hug, squeezing him tightly.
~ END ~